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It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged by the complexities of modem everyday life. But sometimes these passions are exposed, and another scandal hits the headlines.
FAMILY WITH THE HOTS is a dramatic representation of a family who dares to let its most base desires come to the fore. Father and daughter, mother and son are all swept into an illicit web of lust, from which none of them seem willing or able to escape. They are some of the few in our society who are willing to accept the consequences for allowing themselves to be completely liberated.
FAMILY WITH THE HOTS — the startling story of a family who dares to let it all hang out.
Every in morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window, her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch, massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh, hugged her robe tighter round her plump breasts, and desperately fought the urge to masturbate.
A year, a whole long tormenting year since she’d felt a hot thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her tingling asshole.
Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to toe.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-3092 in the original publications (a duplicate).